Sunday, September 12, 2010

Imagination


Painting by Lorland Chain

imagination

imagination
caught on a coat
sleeve –
buttoned up
modesty
.

Yi Ching Lin

Posted over on her site Yi's Bits

1 comment:

Glenn Buttkus said...

Imagination and constraints are nearly
incompatible; strange bedfellows at best.
The most you can do, and certainly your
poetic and photographic and musical
and personal emotional expressions
only “capture” a tiny portion of the
big glow that pulsates within you
and your aura, and your influence on
the rest of us. For God’s sake, woman,
you write a poem a day most of the
time; hundreds of those poems show
up on my site, and get carried elsewhere
like tiny treasures found under the seat
on the subway, in the back of a drawer,
on the sidewalk, in the park by the roses.
Imagination is the warp drive, the nuclear
cosmic power source that drives everything.
One does not stifle it, or use it up. It is
inextinguishable, inexorable, bawdy, lusty,
bold, textured, and voracious–and we
can dip into it while in chains or while
making love, or in slumber, during gardening,
after a feast, or during it; today, right now.